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Carter have gone to school together since Kindergarten.”
“You didn’t go to the same grade school as them?” he asked with sincere interest.
“Well,” I said hesitantly, “we did, but I was a grade below them.”
“Really? How are you on your second year here if you were a year behind them?”
I took a deep breath and exhaled. “I was able to get all my credits in three years and graduated high school a year early. My aunt wasn’t very happy about it; she tried to get them to keep me where I was. I think she wanted to keep me home as long as possible.” I felt my cheeks warm a little and I stared at the table where I was shredding my napkin into tiny pieces out of nervousness. “
My overprotective aunt didn’t understand why I wanted to leave high school when Kiera did. She’s the only really close friend I’ve ever had, one that I truly trusted, and the thought of an entire year of high school without her was unbearable. I quickly added, “I honestly believe she thought the sooner I graduated, the sooner I would leave, and she was afraid to let go, or even that she was afraid of losing me like she did my mom.” I glanced up at him and he seemed lost in thought for a moment and then, as quick as a flash, it vanished. His smile returned.
“It’s understandable that she’d want to keep you as long as possible.” he said, his smile still sincere.
“I guess so, but it’s not like I really moved away; just grew up. I totally appreciate what she’s done for me. I just wish that she would live her life now. I think maybe it’s been so long since she’s thought of herself that she might have forgotten how.”
“I imagine it will come in time. You’ve only been out on of her house for a few months; she’ll adjust.”
“Actually, it’s been almost a year.” Kiera and I had moved into the apartment together in the middle of our freshman year. The drive had been doing us both in. I didn’t know why I felt the need to correct him. I didn’t remember telling him that information. Maybe I forgot. Random stuff tended to fly out of my mouth when he was around.
“So,” I hesitated a moment, then continued shyly, still fiddling with my shredded napkin pieces, “what have you been up to the last couple of days?”
He looked at me curiously like he didn’t understand the question and I raised an eyebrow at him. He let out a small, single huff of a laugh then said, “I’ve been at my sister’s.”
“Oh.” I nodded and gave him a curious smirk while nodding like I understood. That was kind of weird. We had just started school and he was already taking the middle of the week off. Oh, my God! I just totally sounded like a crazy, suspicious girlfriend!
He laughed again and I shot him a crazy one-eyebrow look. I shook my head and smiled at him. Maybe I wasn’t the crazy one here. The thought amused me.
Carter and Kiera finished up in the kitchen and were leaning against opposite counters, facing each other, talking. He was so into her. That made me happy.
“We should get going; it’s getting late,” Oliver said, pushing himself up from the table. Carter seemed as disappointed as I felt. Kiera, on the other hand, still seemed oblivious to Carter’s interest in her. I was so going to have to point this out.
We walked them to the door, not that it was a long walk in our small, two-bedroom, one-bath apartment. The kitchen, dining room, and living room were all together, just one big square, with the kitchen bar separating the kitchen from the living room.
We said “Goodnight” at the door. Carter leaned in and kissed Kiera on the cheek and softly said, “Thank you for dinner. It was perfect, as usual.” He left with a sweet smile on his face. Kiera stood there looking completely shocked, lightly touching her cheek with her fingertips where he had just kissed her. Maybe I wouldn’t have to point it out after all.
Speaking of shock—Oliver gently took my hand in his,
“You didn’t go to the same grade school as them?” he asked with sincere interest.
“Well,” I said hesitantly, “we did, but I was a grade below them.”
“Really? How are you on your second year here if you were a year behind them?”
I took a deep breath and exhaled. “I was able to get all my credits in three years and graduated high school a year early. My aunt wasn’t very happy about it; she tried to get them to keep me where I was. I think she wanted to keep me home as long as possible.” I felt my cheeks warm a little and I stared at the table where I was shredding my napkin into tiny pieces out of nervousness. “
My overprotective aunt didn’t understand why I wanted to leave high school when Kiera did. She’s the only really close friend I’ve ever had, one that I truly trusted, and the thought of an entire year of high school without her was unbearable. I quickly added, “I honestly believe she thought the sooner I graduated, the sooner I would leave, and she was afraid to let go, or even that she was afraid of losing me like she did my mom.” I glanced up at him and he seemed lost in thought for a moment and then, as quick as a flash, it vanished. His smile returned.
“It’s understandable that she’d want to keep you as long as possible.” he said, his smile still sincere.
“I guess so, but it’s not like I really moved away; just grew up. I totally appreciate what she’s done for me. I just wish that she would live her life now. I think maybe it’s been so long since she’s thought of herself that she might have forgotten how.”
“I imagine it will come in time. You’ve only been out on of her house for a few months; she’ll adjust.”
“Actually, it’s been almost a year.” Kiera and I had moved into the apartment together in the middle of our freshman year. The drive had been doing us both in. I didn’t know why I felt the need to correct him. I didn’t remember telling him that information. Maybe I forgot. Random stuff tended to fly out of my mouth when he was around.
“So,” I hesitated a moment, then continued shyly, still fiddling with my shredded napkin pieces, “what have you been up to the last couple of days?”
He looked at me curiously like he didn’t understand the question and I raised an eyebrow at him. He let out a small, single huff of a laugh then said, “I’ve been at my sister’s.”
“Oh.” I nodded and gave him a curious smirk while nodding like I understood. That was kind of weird. We had just started school and he was already taking the middle of the week off. Oh, my God! I just totally sounded like a crazy, suspicious girlfriend!
He laughed again and I shot him a crazy one-eyebrow look. I shook my head and smiled at him. Maybe I wasn’t the crazy one here. The thought amused me.
Carter and Kiera finished up in the kitchen and were leaning against opposite counters, facing each other, talking. He was so into her. That made me happy.
“We should get going; it’s getting late,” Oliver said, pushing himself up from the table. Carter seemed as disappointed as I felt. Kiera, on the other hand, still seemed oblivious to Carter’s interest in her. I was so going to have to point this out.
We walked them to the door, not that it was a long walk in our small, two-bedroom, one-bath apartment. The kitchen, dining room, and living room were all together, just one big square, with the kitchen bar separating the kitchen from the living room.
We said “Goodnight” at the door. Carter leaned in and kissed Kiera on the cheek and softly said, “Thank you for dinner. It was perfect, as usual.” He left with a sweet smile on his face. Kiera stood there looking completely shocked, lightly touching her cheek with her fingertips where he had just kissed her. Maybe I wouldn’t have to point it out after all.
Speaking of shock—Oliver gently took my hand in his,
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